The Travelers Pt. 2 testo
My body’s broken
No words are spoken
Am I finally at the end?
This conflagration is my contagion
Pulls me down yet again
Maybe life is nothing more than a curse inside the blessed
And I will fight this bloody war with every strangled breath
I’m on my ownÂ… I’m on my own
I don’t need a conscience, I don’t need to feel
I don’t need these weary eyes to tell me what I know is real
I don’t need anybody to tell me who I am
Blame it on a broken heart, I’ve fallen apart again
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